They Flew Away
Let the church bells be heard far and wide,
announcing the new day's morning tide.
Gather quick and come gather fast,
those who live now and in the past,
and all the people from Here come hither.
Let not our souls wane from good
nor turn dark on the vine to wither.
Much work must be done to save our world from its perilous state,
let not the children go hungry nor shiver
as they pass through this Golden Gate.
Miguel Dante 12/16/2012and all the people from Here come hither.
Let not our souls wane from good
nor turn dark on the vine to wither.
Much work must be done to save our world from its perilous state,
let not the children go hungry nor shiver
as they pass through this Golden Gate.
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